It started immediately after Jacob left and it continues today.
When the ceremony that evening was complete, it was obvious something had changed. The darkness that had enveloped our place of business had been lifted and the atmosphere was much lighter. Unless you have experienced oppression from the other side, these words mean little. If you have indeed felt the binds of spiritual warfare, it is a palpable presence; and you are likely nodding your head as you read these words.
This is an opinion I have developed from my experiences. I am an expert at nothing but breathing in and exhaling... The rest is left to someone mightier than I.
Much like a manufactured product never meant to be taken apart or an item broken and repaired; when you intentionally break the seal to the other side, the door never closes cleanly again... The hinges sag and the latches don't quite line up. When Jacob eventually went to the light, he found solace and forgiveness, but his wrongs on this earth, in both life and death, were significant. It is my personal opinion that there is no greater offense in the spiritual realm, than to prey on other spirits. Our property was, and still is, an active passage for spirits to enter the natural world. Jacob was a soul collector. Although I do not know how, his presence trapped countless spirits who innocently transcended through the portal, and his torment of them ended when they were released prior to his expulsion. The spirit presence at our property, for lack of a better word, has become frivolous for the most part. Encounters are less frequent and are usually of a playful and mischievous nature. When Jacob influenced the property, sadness and panic were the common empathetic vibe. Spirits came through to those who experienced them with a sense of urgency and fear, and whether it was intentional or not, their effects on the living were much more negative. With their freewill suppressed by this being, they sought attention of the living when they otherwise would have needed no help crossing between worlds. When an entity acts as he did, I believe there are measures taken beyond our realm to ensure that it never happens again.
It was obvious to all who were there that night; there were presences stronger than Jacob in attendance. Throughout the ceremonies we heard and felt them, and when the event ended in an unexpectedly anticlimactic fashion; we all felt as if we had been shooed from the woods to allow them to finish. They took whatever measures were necessary to secure Jacob that evening; but... It seems they cannot guarantee his permanent removal. So, they have posted guards.
As directed by a Shaman, my spirit animal is the eagle. Since the eagle really has no natural predators, they have only man to fear. In me, it really doesn't even have that. Although I fear for my loved ones and friends, fear really isn't a reaction I afford myself for me. I am not trying to be boastful or macho in saying this, but I have seen worse than death, nothing really scares me. Conflict rarely presents itself in my life and when it does, at most it is an annoyance.
So what is the biggest annoyance for any bird of prey? Crows. To say that I see them everywhere is like the average person saying they took a breath. They do not pursue me, they do not attack me... But other than when I am sleeping, their presence is always apparent to the point that other people notice them too. They are at my work, they are at my home, they are at our business, they are at my children's school events, they are outside the window at my doctor's office. Most of you are probably thinking, "You just live where there are a lot of crows." I wish that were the case.
At first, I found it extremely unnerving. Now it is almost comical. Other than their obvious preoccupation with me and their willingness to perch far too close, most seem like normal crows. As I said, they don't really follow me. It is almost like an escort. I have driven down the road and noticed them on the side of the road picking at road kill or trash, just to have the same birds take flight and fly in front of my car like we are in some bizarre auto/avian flight formation. I've even had them change lanes with me simultaneously as they fly 20 feet in front of the car. Ever seen a crow fly 75 mph? Me either, they can't. These "crows" do. At least for short distances. When I see them travel in this fashion, there seems to be a glitch in their appearance. They appear solid, traveling at what seems to be a normal rate of speed for a bird of this species, and then seem to fade and pick up speed at a rate unachievable for a real crow. These occurrences only last for seconds at a time and then the "bird" loses speed and drifts out of sight in a direction I can't see from my vehicle.
I had to deliver a project to a client one day. The client's office was about two hours away. When I got there, there were two parking spots about five spots from each other. Sitting on the ground in each parking spot were crows. There wasn't anything notable to eat, no insects to prey on, no reason such a secretive and reclusive bird would put itself that close to humans. I eased into the spot that only had one crow hopping around in it. The bird did not fly, it merely hopped onto the curb and walked down the sidewalk away from me. As I was unloading one of the boxes to deliver to the client, I heard a ruckus. A pickup truck had pulled into the other spot half-hazard and had scattered the crows that had inhabited it. The crows flew into a nearby tree above the parking lot and watched me walk past them and enter the building. About 10 minutes later one of the employees of our client followed me back to my vehicle to help with the remaining boxes. As we approached my vehicle, she asked, "What's with the crow?" Sitting on the hood of my car was a very large, inquisitive looking bird. I walked past it, likely within four feet, and said, "I guess he likes me." I went around the back of the vehicle grabbed a box and brought it to her on the sidewalk, walked past it again, got another box and walked past the crow and her as she stood there staring at the crow. "I guess he does," she stated as she caught up to me. "He's huge," she exclaimed looking over her shoulder a couple of times as we walked to the front door. When I went into the building I had to wait in a short line at a receptionist's desk to drop off the delivery. I overheard a couple of workers talking about something. From the gist of the conversation, it was about paranormal activity which had been happening in the building and about one or both of their experiences. I got an image of a man that I did not know, who was upset about a chair...? I thought about interjecting into the conversation, but had the distinct impression that it would not be well received.
I went to my physical therapist one day. I pulled into the parking area, no crows in sight. I sat in the waiting room for about five minutes and three crows flew onto the edge of the roof, sitting at the edge so their tails were visible from the window. When my name was called, I walked through the therapy area to the far end of the building to meet with my therapist. While I was talking to her, the crows landed on the roof outside of this window and began cawing loudly. She did not seem to notice them immediately, but after a minute or two, she stood up and looked out the window. "I have never seen them do that before," she stated as she returned to the table. This woman is very religious and we had talked about my work with the paranormal group in the past. Although we had opposing views on the paranormal, she was always open to discussion. She asked me about what the group had been up to and added her own opinion about our experiences. The more we talked, the louder the cawing got. She got up again and went to the window. She hollered at the crows to try to startle them away. None of them moved, they only got even louder. Frustrated, she slammed the window shut. The crows continued to caw and squawk the entire time I was with her. When I left the building, there were no crows in sight.
It has been almost three years since Jacob left. About two months ago I began an exercise regimen that includes jogging. On the first day, while jogging, I had an entity run alongside me for a short period of time and appeared again outside my home when I returned. The only reason I mention this is that when I told my wife about my experience later that evening she said that she also had an experience at our business.
My wife was covering for one of our kitchen personnel and was standing at the sink. She said she felt a presence behind her. She said she did not see anything, and did not turn around to look. My wife does not think she has any level of sensitivity when it comes to spirits, so admittedly, I do relish a bit in pointing out when she does. "So what did he look like?" I asked, smiling. It is entertaining to me when someone who thinks they are far removed from the paranormal realizes they had an experience that they did not originally determine was unearthly, in fact was. Her quizzical look quickly changed to realization as she found that not only was the entity indeed male, but she could describe him. She said he was really tall, and he was dressed like Abraham Lincoln.
Anyone who has read my stories knows this description. I did not take this news well. I did not know how he had gotten back, but I knew that as God was my witness, he was not staying. I headed to the front door and was going to drive to our business immediately. My wife did not think this was a good idea, and rather than leaving her worrying at home, I decided I would deal with this when she did not know of my intent.
The next morning, I noticed an unusual number of crows cawing in the distance when I was jogging in the dark. As I ran, all I could think about was Jacob. Jacob is back. What next? I finished my run and returned to the house and showered, all the while consumed by the events that have happened over the past several years playing over and over in my head. I decided I would go to our business on my way to work and address our unwanted guest.
The crow was sitting on the roof of my shed at the end of the driveway when I exited the house in the dark. When I walked out the door, it began cawing loudly. I stopped in my tracks and stared in its direction. In the early morning darkness, I could just make out its outline as it shifted with each of its vocalizations. I do not know how long I stood there, but by the time I realized that I had been somewhat mesmerized by the bird, I also realized it was no longer cawing. And then I realized it was no longer there at all. I felt a little dizzy as I walked to my vehicle and got in. I sat at the wheel for a minute or two trying to figure out if I was alright. I started the vehicle and drove out onto the road and proceeded to work, so consumed by my momentary lack of awareness/consciousness that I had driven almost half of the 40 mile commute before I realized I had completely forgotten about stopping at the building.
Having spent a good deal of time thinking about this since that morning, I think the door is being protected from both sides. Much as I feel I am the best defense for my family from a future attack; whatever is in control of keeping Jacob from me, is also able to influence my ability to get to him. It seems a confrontation provoked by either side would be detrimental to the delicate balance we currently exist within.
To date, there has been no further evidence that Jacob has returned, and nothing has negatively affected the property or my family...yet.